On 2012-11-21 16:25:41 +0000, jmcquown said:
>> Don't you like to do all those things with another human? I sure do. I
>> say that like anybody will do, which is not the case. I guess I've
>> always been lucky in that regard. Yeah. Very lucky indeed.
>
> Nope, I don't care much about being around humans. Cooking sometimes
> applies but only a few times a year.
>
> How do you read a book with another person? Book clubs hold no
> interest for me, mostly because some "leader" assigns a book to be
> read. Feels too much like a school reading assignment and I feel like
> I'm expected to analyze it and turn in a book report. That's just not
> my cup of tea.
[ There is nothing but musing below. It is not a commentary on other's
choices. ]
I like to sit in the den with the wife and read a book. We have a cup
of tea and a snack. We comment on our books, ask a definition of a
word, watch the bird, cat, squirrel activity in the yard.
We've been in book groups together and that's a lot of fun but that's
another thing. You describe it, but that doesn't sound like any of the
2 or 3 book/film groups I've been in. We discuss what we liked and
didn't like, we relate it to other books/films, other people, other
writers, other topics. We attack one another's viewpoints with wit or
subdued condescension, but it's pretty sociable. Much like usenet.
We also have drink and snacks/meal.
> When I sit outside by the fire pit, it's nice and peaceful. I read,
> watch the birds flitting around, sometimes listen to a CD.
I like it better with my wife. There's always plenty to chat about and
laugh about. We like to chatting and laughing do it endlessly. For a
few years there in the 80's I had no main squeeze and did as you say
above. It was pleasant enough but eventually became too simple. Time
felt like a ladder where I was idling on one rung, or an elevator
waiting patiently on the 5th floor. Nothing inherently wrong with it;
but time seemed like a conveiance that didn't convey anything.
And then there is loneliness. Not everybody gets it. Particularly for
people who've been hurt in love/life; loneliness isn't bad, it's a
blessed refuge. I was really lonely for the last year or two of the
80's. I remember weeping at some cornball TV movie and while I did, I
sort of pulled back and saw myself. I thought, "In a few years you'll
be hooked up with somebody new and you'll think of this as your 'lonely
time'." Just so.
> I'm friendly with my neighbor and take care of her cats when she goes
> out of town. But her interests don't match mine. She likes to read,
> sure. We sometimes exchange books. But she's also big into gardening.
> She's got tons of potted plants on her patios. She's always out
> there re-potting, adding fertilizer, etc. I couldn't care less about
> taking care of a bunch of large potted plants.
The wife likes to garden but I have no interest, though I like the
results to view and to eat. We don't share all our interests at all.
I'm endlessly playing a musical instrument, she weaves and paints. We
have a lot of hobbies.